Tis a short sight to limit our faith in laws to those of gravity, of chemistry, of botany, and so forth.

All violence, all that is dreary and repels, is not power, but the absence of power.

Our chief want is someone who will inspire us to be what we know we could be.

Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.

Wait, and thy soul shall speak.

What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice. Up again, you shall never be so afraid of a tumble.

As long as civilization is essentially one of property, of fences, of exclusiveness, it will be mocked by delusions. Our riches will leave us sick; there will be bitterness in our laughter, and our wine will burn our mouth. Only that good profits which we can taste with all doors open, and which serves all men.